A few weeks back when I said I never win anything, I wasn't exaggerating. Up until I won the shirt from Mag, I couldn't remember ever winning anything. After much thought, I think my last winning moment was when I was a teenager and entered a writing contest in Sassy magazine. I received honorable mention and won a stack of cd's. (I still regularly listen to one, The Melrose Place Soundtrack. Hey, where else am I going to hear Letters to Cleo?)
It's not that I don't try to win. I enter contests left and right and have nothing against filling out forms or surveys to earn the chance at a prize. A few years back I even joined Wondertime Magazine's reader panel because they had drawings for cash prizes. In some horrible twist of fate, I won $50 but was never able to contact the woman in charge to claim my prize. I sent dozen and dozens of emails to her and various others at Wondertime, never to hear back from any of them. As malicious as it sounds, I have to say I felt a small bit of joy when Wondertime folded. I felt like sending that woman an email that read, "Suck it! You have to find a new job!" But she probably wouldn't have read it anyway.
So why am I writing all this? Well, because lately I have been winning. There was the shirt from Mag, and the owl print from Daphne, and then last week I was a winner over at Mommy Coddle. I won a print from Presto Bingo. (In case you're wondering, I chose the Whooo is There print. I seem to have a thing for owls lately.)
As an almost life long loser, I have to say I could get used to this winning thing. Now if only all the luck from my blog world winnings could seep over into my real life, it would be much appreciated.